Replacing the much lamented 'On My Mind' profile option, this thread is for musings, jottings, whimsies, preoccupations and the rest of the thesaurus for anyone to jot down anything they please.
I can't remember what the maximum character count was before, can anyone else? But anyway it wasn't very many so let's keep to that.
My daughter had her procedure today and she should be going home soon.
My brother’s stroke was serious and he will be doing rehab. OT, PT and speech therapy.
Thanks, I am always grateful for prayers.
Goodnight.
Hugs back to you.
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Now back to my work.
slipping
slipping
into the future
The song you're thinking of is 'Fly Like An Eagle' by Steve Miller Band.
I just helped my mom solve a huge problem. Some weeks ago, I was trying to figure out how to walk away (not totally, but just set things up in an even better way, so I’m really hardly involved). But then a huge problem came up: I didn’t want to leave her with that big problem. So I helped solve it.
Today she wanted to dump another problem on me. I won’t do it. I really, really need to solve my own problems. I have so many.
I’m going to focus on my problems. If not now, when?
Good for you in setting boundaries! Hope your problems are resolved soon. Hugs!
I started my rant here with a nice paragraph, but in the way my life has gone lately, I hit something on the tablet, and I can’t get that paragraph back.
I don’t want to be on this forum (you’re all very nice and can come to my imaginary pool party though (See? My nice paragraph was about being at a pool I don’t have)). I don’t want to be worried about what a <self-censored> facility owner is going to do because I dared to disagree with them (last time they filed a malicious APS case, although the state agrees with my calculations). I don’t want to worry about a job because of caregiving (I lost it). I don’t want to clean out someone else’s house (so lonely and sad). I don’t want to spent my life sorting, scanning and filing paperwork in order to withstand category 5 audits (I rate audits like hurricanes, but unless I work for the IRS or Medicaid recovery (I don’t), couldn’t I skip the audit scale and have a nice cappuccino instead?) I don’t want to know the processes for disconnections, delinquencies, pre-foreclosures, loss mitigation or Medicaid unwinding (I do now!). I don’t want to know how to get public assistance for the elderly. I don’t want to write endless emails and make pointless calls. This was just part of my last 24 hours (none of it by a lovely pool).
At least the loved one finally received some small, but welcome, help late yesterday. I nearly burst into tears that I didn’t have to talk to one more person and could finish the week on a positive.
That’s all. I hope this wasn’t the wrong place to put what’s on my mind, and more importantly, I hope your weekend is lovely (but if it involves a pool, please break it to me gently.)
You’re right, I’m solo. Well, and the helpful cats of course. Can’t have official paperwork without cat hair scanned in. Objectively I think I’m doing a good job within big constraints, but just not fast enough or well enough for some others so mostly I feel like I am failing all day every day, except like today when I grump at the world that time, money, math and me have limits and we’re all well past them.
Thanks for the support.
The cats are lecturing me about the importance of sleep, and I shall listen to them. For once. Sleep well!
VentingisSNACK
It’s funny how everyone is different, not better or worse, just different.
I am the exact opposite of you. I can’t eat when I am stressed. I completely lose my appetite.
Some people reach for food for comfort when they are stressed and others push it away because food will make them nauseous if they try to eat when they are stressed.
I need less stress. Less problems. We all do.
((Hug))
I hope they’re doing the right thing for her. Some people lose the will to live, when they’re taken away from their home.